Milk. Water? Coffee!

"Drink."
"I want drink."

That was fast!  

The two I'm babysitting had already emptied their sippy cups and now they're eyeballing my drink.  I'd already drank most of it.  There was probably 2 sips left in the bottom.

2 y.o. little Lane points to my white & burgundy coffee cup.

I look at Jay.  "Does your Mom let you drink coffee?"  And I suspected she did.  She lets them have chocolates and tootsie rolls and Sprite so if he said yes I wouldn't be surprised.  And he did.

So I gave Lane one sip, took it from her to let Jay finish it off.  Wondering if they truly indeed like the taste of coffee 'cause I think it's bitter, I watch their little faces for tell tale signs of the truth, and ask, "Is it good?"

With one of his small toddler hands holding the cup up to his lips, looking over it's rim his eyes wide looking into mine, he nods his head affirmatively, "Mmmmmm, good", and with his left hand gives me a child's thumbs up.

I had to chuckle at the incongruity of it all, LOL!

They were dropped off in excited moods, all gibbers and jabbers.  I wanted to get info from Mom and they wanted " 'tention".  I made the deal, "You give me 20 minutes and I'll play with you."  I set the timer on the steps.  Jay climbs up, sits down, and stares at the timer.  LOL.  Is he going to sit there 20 minutes?  Really?  Oh well, if he does, fine, but I bet he doesn't.  And....he didn't.   

These two children are bonded, looking out for each other, "Bubby needs drink".  "Here Bubby, goldfish."  They're adorable, full of fun comments and antics.  I ask Lane if she wants my baby doll for the new pink toy stroller (she's only 2 and has been evaluated as off the charts in sentence structure and comprehension), her answer was to point to our black feline, "I'm thinking 'bout the cat!"  

LOL.  Okaaaaa...you think about that cat!

Little Lane doesn't exclaim, "Peek a boo!" Nope.  Remember, she has a good vocabulary.  Over the cushions of the green loveseat she goes and slides down the backside, then pops up all flouncy curls and big grin, and with a squeaky baby girl voice yells, "I disappear!"

ROFL!

Mom forgot their sippy cups.  No matter.  I have some ... they're labeled with the kids' names.  Little Lane makes sure I understand, "Milk!  I want milk!"   4 y.o. Jay wants milk, too.

Earlier in the day hubby John said he would stop after work to pick up a gallon, so I already know we're out.  I told them so.  That didn't turn the tables in my favor.

"Juice!  I want juice!'

"I'm sorry kids, I don't have juice either.  I can give you some water."

Jay concedes water is better than nothing.  As I'm filling his cup and snapping on the lid, I hear the refrigerator door open.  Looking over the table I spy this little girl body in the refrigerator.  She pulls out a gallon jug.  It has a puddle of milk in the bottom.  Lane's all excited, the door bumps her in the back, but she doesn't notice, she's holding the jug up in the air, one chubby finger pointing to the white pool, "I found it!  Milk!"

Oh, boy!  These two are clever, they want what they want, and they intend to get it!

Now me?  I'm gonna have to ramp up my out-foxiness!  FAST!